Once in a while he rings in his own experience when he was a
prodigal on the Bowery and far from God, and God's loving-kindness to
him.
There are other boys on the Bowery from just as good families as
Tom's--college men some of them--who are without hope and without God's
friendship or man's. What can you and I do for them?
LAST WORDS
I have married again, and have a good sweet Christian as companion, and
we have a little girl just beginning to walk. I'm younger, happier, and
a better man in mind and body than I was twenty years ago. I've a good
home and know that all good things are for those that trust.
I remember one night, when I was going home with my wife, I met a
policeman who had arrested me once. He had caught me dead to
rights--with the goods. After awaiting trial I got off on a technical
point. I said, "Helen, let me introduce you to the policeman that
arrested me one time." He had changed some; his hair was getting gray.
He knew me, and when I told him I was a missionary, he said, "God bless
you, Reilly" (that's the name I went under), "and keep you straight! You
did cause us fellows a lot of trouble in those days.
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